Hello bath. Hello razor. Old Friends.
How many layers of dead skin
have we scraped away
all these years?
I used to be afraid of blood
until I saw it on my face every day,
driving to work with tissues
all over my head.
I looked like a geranium.
Some things you can never get right,
like holding a woman and telling her
just because you can't dance
doesn't mean you don't like the ballet.
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